vertebrae and cartilage, skin and hair
that is all we are, nothing more, nothing less
because life will begin to rot
living here in a coffin we call our planet
while the odor of death penetrates through windows
into empty souls of doubtful heads
into decorations of hell with our confused skulls
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Fucked Up
RomanceSome stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putt...
